First picture: Ollie, shih tzu, age 7. Ollie’s favorite treats are ice cubes, he forgets how stairs work on a daily basis, and wants to be held 24/7. He’s honestly the dumbest dog I’ve ever met, but he tries his best and I love him.
Second picture: Gidget, shih tzu, age 10. Gidget likes to be left alone a lot of the time, but she still enjoys a good ear scratch and snuggling when she’s in the mood. She is also way too smart for her own good. Her nemesis is the gardner snake that lives in the backyard. She’s a good lil bean, even if she likes to eat her poop sometimes.
Third picture: Buddy, golden doodle, age 11 months. Buddy actually happens to be my father’s dog, thus I take no responsibility for his name. He’s a rambunctious pup that never runs out of energy, puts everything in his mouth, and will nip at your ankles when you least expect it. He is a good boy™ when treats are involved though.
BTS as weird-ass things that have happened at my school
Seokjin: Someone anonymously folding all the clothes in the laundry room
Yoongi: Someone posting “Today is a Free Day!” signs all around campus so they would have an excuse not to have an important assignment done and to miss class to finish it
Hoseok: Someone running around outside at 4:30am on a weekday screaming and making random cow noises
Namjoon: Someone writing on the board after Theory of Knowledge Class: “Nothing Exists. Are we even alive? Is life worth living? What gives our teacher authority? Can he tell us what to do?”
Jimin: Someone making a game where you had to kiss people to win just so they could have an excuse to chase after and kiss their crush
Taehyung: On the day of the first snow, someone rounded up a bunch of people to have an intense snowball fight in the nude
Jungkook: Someone randomly creating a monthly paper called the New Toilet Times and sticking it up in all the bathrooms; it included prizes for those who could answer poop-related trivia, poop puns, and an article about how to create your own fake poop with a picture of Nicholas Cage as a poop with the caption “Real, Fake, or a Bomb?”
Here’s a cool Suzy fact for you today:
She makes her first vocal appearance on the Game Grumps channel in Pay Your Workers, after Arin tries to call Barry into the room, and she can be heard saying “He’s pooping.”
A/N: This is my second follow celebration personalized fic! This one is for yet another immensely patient follower, @plaidstiel-wormstache who put up with me peppering her with questions about all manner of weird things (most of which didn’t even end up in here). Special thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier who beta read this monster and helped me get the accent a little closer to reality. Honorable mention to @faith-in-dean who helped me title it! These are all quality women with quality blogs and you should be following them!
Summary: Sam and Dean meet Jessie, and the rest is history.
Prompt: Whatever moved me, preferably fluff.
Pairing: Sam x Jessie
Warnings: None. It’s so fucking fluffy you could pet it.
Word count: 2382 (Believe me, you don’t want it longer. The story took a very weird turn around 2500 words, and I decided it was better to end it fluffy.)
Sam was impressed by Jessie from the first moment he saw her. Admittedly, when he first saw her, he was actually seeing a Leviathan impersonating her, but when the monster was as dead as Levis got, she was still impressive. He had almost a foot in height over her, but she was a whirlwind of furious anger with long, dark hair and an explosive expression. She got up off the floor where she’d been thrown, stormed over to the impersonator’s head, and kicked it across the warehouse like a champion soccer player.
“That’s what y’get fer messin’ with the big boys, y’slimey bastard!” she screamed as the head hit a wall with a wet thump and rolled around a corner. She looked up at Sam triumphantly while her chest heaved and her hands landed on her hips. “So, big boy, are there more of those things around here that need killin’ or is this the part where I take you out to dinner to thank you for savin’ me life?”
Sam’s mouth flapped silently while his brain tried to catch up. Her accent enthralled him while he fought to look away from her eyes as they sparkled with mischief. “You’re not going to ask me what that was or what’s going on?”
Jessie shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. “Mate, I’m from Australia. It’s not a proper Monday morning ‘til ya’ve killed five things that wanna kill ya back!”
The smile that shone from her face was the first thing to warm Sam’s heart since Bobby had died, and he immediately hoped he would see more of it. In spite of everything that was going on around him, for the first time in a very long time, Sam laughed, and his fate was sealed.